If you watched the original Mickey Mouse Club, then the title of this post will ring a bell. If you didn’t watch, sorry.
Weekend was fine. I had lots of things to share until last night around 10pm when we finally found out which cat has been peeing on the floor. Now, I don’t feel like talking about the weekend at all.
I went downstairs to get a blanket out of the drier and paused to check our scene. Earlier in the evening we focused some lights in the area that usually gets used as a poor-man’s litter box and turned on the security camera. We set up the camera to record when it detected motion. (Technical info: The camera is wireless and sends the image to our PC which then creates an avi file.)
I found pee. I didn’t go get the blanket out of the drier but went straight to the computer upstairs to see the evidence. I had a strong feeling that it was going to be Leon. It was Tac. The one we had suspected all along. Finding the last piece of evidence that he was totally not using the litter box hurt my feelings. I went out to the porch to tell the better-half.
We have an appointment at the vet today for 3pm. We dug the grave this morning. It was kind of morbid doing that in advance but we figured neither of us will be able to do that after the fact. We picked a spot just off the lawn and down the hill a little bit. We decided on that spot because of Tac’s love of taking long traipses around the property. It used to be that he’d be gone for hours walking around in the woods, sleeping on old tree trunks, etc. It is also nearish to where we put our spent christmas trees. Tac loves to sleep under the Christmas tree.
Relating back to the title of the post: our guest today will be the grim reaper.